Wind of age

The Sun and the Rain for My birthday
 And I am here as always
Cause I know the Land can heal myself

I forgot the paths of knowledge
I randomly walk as I'm foolish
But I know the Land still can heal myself

I become my father 
And sometimes my mother 
Wind of age leaves always me alone 

While I go on waiting 
For new ways of praying 
You have promised me ages ago

Where does It dwell the Shekinah *
Perhaps in the place we have left apart
Tough we know the Land can heal ourselves

I become my father 
And sometimes my mother 
Wind of age leaves always me alone 

While I go on waiting 
For new ways of praying 
You have promised me ages ago 

* Nell’ebraismo la presenza di Dio nel mondo materiale 

19th August 2015, my birthday 
Nella foto: San Pellegrino in Alpe, Lucca